Maximizing Profits

Cardassians, Federarion, the reality is that it hardly matters who is in control of the station. There’s still plenty of profits to be made. At least that’s the way Quark saw it. His bar was simply the local watering hole for whomever happened to occupy the station. Of course, the Federation put a damper on his more nefarious activities, but they provided stability that Quark gladly took advantage of. Now that the Cardassians were back in control, Quark had begun to shift gears, dealing in weapons or narcotics that the Federation would never allow. One such thing he had been forced to keep on the down-low while the Federation was in charge, was his holosuites..

Despite what some in the Federation would like to believe, holosuites are for porn—especially at Quark’s bar. There were always desires to be fulfilled, but the Federation wouldn’t allow some fantasies to be lived out—even in the make believe world of the holodeck…

“Ah welcome back, Tokar,” Quark greeted the familiar Cardassian. During the occupation, he had been a frequent visitor.

“Hey Quark, it almost feels like I never left. You’ve redecorated a bit, though.”

“Well now that the Federation is gone, I can rearrange things back to how they were. I can take down that dark board for starters. Unless the Jem Haddar decide to learn to play.” Quark rambled. “So what will it be? 3 shots of kanar as usual?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you still had that holodeck program, the one with the Bajoran girl…”

“Ah yes, the one with the Bajoran mistress,” Quark remembered. “Of course, I would sever delete such a profitable holosuite program.”

“No, not that one, the special one you made. The one with the young Bajoran girl sex slave,” Tokar jogged Quark’s memory.

“Oh, oh yes. That one. I keep that one under lock and key. Give me a moment and I’ll be right back with it. Holosuite two is free for the next hour if you’d like to use it now.

“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Tokar barked in a firm Cardassian tone, sounding more angry than pleased.

“Great, well how about a shot of kanar on the house to get you in the mood?” Quark didn’t wait for an answer before pouring the shot. He knew the cardassian would gladly drink it.